For those who honestly don't care and just want to know what I did; kayak, food, dance, bouce house. For those who do care and those who previously didn't care, but found to be unsatisfied with that description, read on...
Where to start?
How about we start in the middle...
Having previously thought I would be frantically rushing to accomplish all the tiny things that come up suddenly when wearing a suit, I found myself at quarter to five sitting in a banana chair watching the BYU game with my Pa. Our team wasn't doing great, but it was nice to feel the level of preparation preoccupation simmer down; this is a physical feeling I get, almost a discomfort that is burrowed inside me until I finish what it think needs to be done, is that just me? I would describe it more, but ever since watching a cartoon in seventh grade about antibodies, I have always visualized the feelings in my body as cartoon battles, and that would take too long to depict. Where was I? Ah!
In my suit, holding the corsage for my date, I shot that last, deep breath, glance into the mirror...confidence was rejuvenated, and I strolled down to the car. Arriving at the house around six o' clock I was greeted by Christine's lovely parents and quickly following, the lovely Christine herself, adorn in a beautiful flowing red dress whose "hue" was perfectly matched to mine. No, not the hue of my dress, the hue of my shirt. With over a thousand different details to admire, my attention was bought by the four small braids in her hair, made to suit my birth given fascination of the number four, and this I greatly adored. We made a quick trip around the yard followed by flashing cameras to help capture the precious moments. Soon after we left.
Dinner could be described with an excess amount of big words and witty phrases, but I would rather say; it was nice, and I enjoyed it greatly.
The dance was glorious. Pictures will be cute, I can guarantee that. Having danced with Christine before, it was easy to hop right into the groove (groove being defined in Dash's mind as; a high level of adrenaline affected by the beat of a good song, resulting in strange and erratic movements around another person).
After expending the energy granted by the dance's adrenaline, we moved on to the next activity to get more. I rented an 18 by 20 foot bounce house which was placed in my friend's yard for the night. An attempt to describe this experience will not be made, as it was a very unique and beautiful. Any object capable of taking ego ridden high school boys and making them giddy and giggly no matter who was watching and again tap the sensations felt as a child, is a magical thing.
Going back now.
At ten thirty the crew, which consisted of 16 couples, showed up at my door ready to go have fun on the river. The herd of people, car pooled and drove to the canyon, and on arriving, quickly geared up for our tubing and kayaking journey down the Provo River. With the manoeuvrability of a kayak, Christine and I strategically went up and down the river splashing each group equally, so as not to make any dry people feel left out.
Around four o' clock we drove the girls home, and returned ourselves home to get ready.
Having previously thought I would be frantically rushing to accomplish all the tiny things that come up suddenly when wearing a suit, I found myself at quarter to five sitting in a banana chair watching the BYU game with- okay if you are still reading, please refer to the top of the article to innocently keep reading in circles.
All in all, the dance/birthday was fantastic. Thank you Dallon for your teamwork on heading the plans with me, thanks Ma and Pa for the help with the date, and last big thanks to Christine for saying yes, the cake, and providing future smiles on my face whenever I look back on this great experience.
